Warning: This story features bondage, non-consensual sexual content and a single minor injury.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 31 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Possessed and Haunt.

“Now look straight into the mirror, and say her name three times.”

“This is stupid. But fine. Bondica. Bondica... Bondica.”

“BLLEEHHBOOGABOO!”

Samantha grabbed and shook my shoulders.

“EEYAAAHH!! Sammy you jerk! Just cause you’re dressed as a demon doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

Samantha giggled. Her costume was a dark-purple corset bodysuit, small black wings and a tail at the back, and purple horns on her head.

“I’m a succubus actually. So I command thee do my bidding! Stand up and show off your cute costume~”

I sighed and stood up, tipping my Stetson hat at her. I wore a pink plaid shirt knotted closed under my partially-covered breasts, butt-hugging Daisy Dukes jean shorts, and spurred boots. A classic cowgirl look.

“Thank ee kindleh. Ah thank ahm gawn cetch me a kitty-cet.”

In an attempt to show off, I picked up my lasso and began twirling it above my head.

Zoe was standing a short way away. She wore a black catsuit, covering everything up to her neck, apart from the zipper pulled down at the front showing some cleavage. Black gloves and a black hood with cat ears completed her Catwoman outfit.

I hurled the rope forward and to everyone’s surprise, Zoe’s most of all, it fell around her. I tugged and it closed as it fell to her waist, pinning her arms in.

“Ah got wun! Yeeee-haw!”

I yanked in hoping to pull Zoe into my arms. That plan went awry when Zoe stumbled into Samantha instead. The two knocked into a flower vase on a low table and all fell to the ground with a tremendous crash.

“What the hell was that?!”

Carla dashed into the room to see the two girls and a broken vase lying on the ground. The lasso around Zoe leading right to my hand made it obvious who was at fault. Carla snatched it from me and helped Zoe remove it.

This was Carla’s place and we were all getting ready for a Halloween party she was hosting this evening. Carla herself was wearing a circus ringleader costume, with vibrant red, yellow, black and white colours, a top hat, and fishnet stockings.

“Samantha you’re bleeding!”

“Oh so I am. Don’t fret, it’s just a tiny cut. If anything it goes with the whole succubus vibe!”

I felt horrible. “I’m really sorry girls. I didn’t mean to... ahh!”

Carla spun me around, quickly and expertly binding my wrists with my lasso. “See Nina, this is why you’re better suited to wearing ropes than wielding them.”

“Aw come on! I said I was sorr-mmph!”

Carla stuffed a rag into my mouth and handgagged me. “And I have to say, that Southern accent was the worst I’ve ever heard. So we’ll have no more of that.”

“Mmmph!”

“Are you girls okay to clean up? I’m confiscating Nina’s lasso for the night so I’m going to stash it in the basement. And give the rowdy cowgirl a punishment.”

“Mmmhhh?”

They nodded and left me to Carla’s devices. She dragged me downstairs where I suffered a disciplining that involved my Daisy Dukes being pulled down to my ankles. Luckily for me it was a short punishment by Carla’s standards, since she needed everyone’s help to get the house ready in time.

We returned upstairs a while later, leaving the disruptive lasso rope behind. Unseen by anyone, it twitched. A splotch of blood staining it from the accident began seeping all the way along the fibres, dyeing the entire length light red.

The party was in full swing, the guests all looking their best in fancy-dress and having a blast. Myself included. My outfit got plenty of compliments, with a fair few innuendo-laden remarks about me trying ‘cowgirl position’ later.

My fellow sorority sister Amber showed up wearing a black Playboy Bunny outfit. She was rather tipsy already and demanded to ride the cowgirl, despite my objection that it’s the cowgirl who should be doing the riding. I played along and carried her on my shoulders a while, managing to support her weight until she shifted her position around on my shoulders and my face ended up shoved into her crotch.

My roommate Sandy arrived later in a sexy policewoman costume. When asked if the handcuffs were real, she demonstrated they were by locking them on me! She only promised to uncuff me if I completed a task of kissing five different people, to the great amusement of the crowd. She made sure she herself was my fifth kisser, giving me a nice long French-kiss before I was freed.

Despite all the teasing I was having the time of my life. I spotted several instances of a boy and girl sneaking off to the bedrooms for some fun times. I was getting rather horny with all the compliments and sideways looks and flirty playfulness. I tugged down my shirt and hiked up my shorts, resolving to find someone for my turn upstairs.

These hopes were trampled when Carla found me and asked me to fetch some ice from the freezer in the basement. I wanted to protest but Carla was putting a lot of effort on this and she needed her friends’ help. I assented and hurried down into the basement. I was eager to get back and continue the fun.

Halfway across the room, I tripped on something and tumbled face-down onto the floor.

“Ughh... what was that?”

I looked at the ground behind me. Nothing there at all. Very odd. I started standing up but realised my feet were stuck together. I started turning to examine them but was interrupted when my arms were suddenly yanked backwards.

“Aaghh!”

My arms and legs were pulled up very high. Had Carla rigged her basement with invisible hoisting tripwires? Nothing else made sense. My back arched as my hands and feet all met at the same point.

I twisted to look back. A short length of light red rope ensnared all my wrists and ankles. I kicked and pulled against it. I fumbled with my fingers for knots. It somehow felt like it was one continuous Mobius strip, no ends, a single utterly tight and unbreakable piece. I was getting rather distressed being stuck in such a strenuous position.

“Heeellllp!”

The music thumped loud above me. Back upstairs it was hard enough hearing people even in the same room. No-one was going to hear me far below.

I looked around for anything that might help but saw nothing. I could barely move anyway. This was the party of the year, shaping up to be one of the best nights of my life. But now I was alone, stuck in uncomfortable bondage, missing it all right above me.

An hour later Zoe descended into the basement. She stopped short on seeing a blonde cowgirl hogtied in the middle of the room.

“Nina?! You’re still down here? Carla was complaining that you never came back. We assumed you’d slipped off with some Delta boy. In fact... did one do this to you?”

“No! Get me out right now, please!”

She hurried over to me and examined the red rope. She fiddled around with it but couldn’t find a knot to untie.

“Hang on I’ll try find something to cut... Huh? What’s happening?”

SMACK!

Without warning Zoe spanked my denim covered ass.

“Aaahh! What was that for?”

“N... no that wasn’t me. I didn’t...”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Aaah! ZOE!!”

“It’s not me! I can’t control my arms. Wait I can’t control any... gahhh!”

Zoe slid around in front of my head and leaned down. Her gloved hand lifted my chin. Her head kept lowering, moving very close to mine.

“Z... Zoe?”

Despite her body language and how intimately close she was getting, her face was filled with shock and terror, a complete contradiction.

I then noticed tiny red lines lining her tight black latex. It ran across her arms, ringing her fingers separately, even around her hood. Barely perceptible thin red fibres. I understood. She really couldn’t control herself.

Her head was dragged against mine, and our lips were pressed together in an awkward kiss. She stood up, taking a few steps back.

“N... Nina what’s happening? Why can’t I control my body?”

“It’s something supernatural. Try to be calm. I don’t think it means us any actual harm.”

“But I-mmmph!"

Zoe’s own left hand darted up and handgagged herself. She tried her very best to pull away, but the hood kept her head still against the glove’s tight grip.

Her right hand gently grabbed her front zipper, and slowly slid it down. Zoe's eyes bulged as the hand unzipped all the way to her waist, then continued moving down, slipping inside her catsuit.

“Mmmph? Mmmh! Mmmh...mmhhh~~”

Zoe’s moans into her handgag became less panicked and more erotic as the hand inside fingered away. So much for my rescue.

“Thanks for helping Samantha. I cannot believe both the others would just run off like tha-”

Carla and Samantha halted in amazement as they spotted me hogtied on the basement floor and Zoe pleasuring herself in front of me.

“Zoe?! How could you do this?”

“Nhhhhh! Mm nhhh!”

“Carla! Sam! It’s not her fault. She can’t help it.”

“We all have impulses but come on! It’s no excuse. Even if Zoe does have a cru-... Wait what is that?”

We all looked back towards the stairs. A long red rope hung suspended in the air, arranged like a wireframe sculpture forming the shape of a woman. It moved, tilting its head curiously.

Nobody else moved for a while. Just the thumping background music and Zoe’s plapping hand, while we and the rope shape stared at each other.

Carla cleared her throat. “Um-”

It lifted its ‘hand’.

There was a sudden explosion of sorts around Carla and Samantha. Their clothes burst like a popped balloon, shredding instantaneously into thousands of tiny strings that swirled in the air around them. The swarm had all the purples and blacks and reds and yellows of their former outfits.

I glimpsed through the tempest that they hadn’t been totally stripped. They were effectively left wearing bikinis, with a few retained costume elements like Samantha’s wings and devil tail, and Carla’s bowtie and fishnet stockings.

The swarm shrank and coalesced into distinct cords. The two girls were pulled together, the strands of clothing becoming thick ropes. The four legs were bundled together. Their flailing arms were enveloped and pulled in, pinned against each other's sides. Their yelling mouths were silenced when two large clumps cupped their heads and pulled them together, mouth-to-mouth, then extended into one large wrapping to keep them still.

It wasn’t long before the swarming strings had settled and solidified, leaving Carla and Sam wriggling against each other, half-naked and helpless.

“B... Bondica?”

The rope ghost snapped its head towards me on hearing the name. It lifted its hand. My hogtie rope pulsed and extended. Red ropes snaked all over my body, squeezing around my chest, binding together my arms and legs, with one yanking hard between my legs. A huge spherical rope knot wedged its way into my mouth.

The ropes lifted me. I was raised into a suspended hogtie, without any ropes actually above me. I hovered in midair, drifting towards the ghost. In my mind I heard a distant voice...

Plaaayyyy

I gulped and reminded myself that I was sure it meant no harm. Whatever this ghostly entity was, it surely wouldn’t last beyond the night.

The ghost girl’s rope body rippled with excitement. The undulating rope shape expanded then rapidly shot out towards all four of us. We yelled hopelessly in our gags. While the party raved on loudly above, a very different Halloween celebration began below.